Chapter 217: Shelling

Martin secretly scolded the old man for being cunning, and since he was stung by a bee, the lifesaver he thought was a human trafficker. It's ridiculous that he didn't doubt him at all from beginning to end. This organization is Changlin's sworn enemy, I don't know what its name is, but unfortunately the time is in a hurry, and I didn't hear more information from the director.

Whether you are dead or alive at the moment depends on the eyes of others. Martin lay on the cold floor of the warehouse, feeling his hands and feet cold.

This warehouse, which is supposed to be a place to store some cotton or cotton spinning products, is very dilapidated, with cobwebs and dust visible everywhere in the corner beams, and some fertilizer packaging bags that I don't know what to hold in the corner.

Martin was thrown on a large board nailed up like a bedboard, a dirty plank made of long strips of wood of varying widths, the corners of which had rotted out and were greasy.

"It's broken!" This is the board for slaughtering pigs and sheep, although Martin grew up in Paris, but he has seen this kind of thing in oriental martial arts movies, a lot of meat to be slaughtered or slaughtered, waiting to be sold at a price. The butcher armed with two mountain-splitting knives like a pu fan was eyeing him from the sidelines.

You won't kill me, Martin thought in frustration.

Why do you have to bury yourself in this ghost place where birds don't, think about it since I came to Thailand, it seems that I have been haunted by evil spirits, and I haven't encountered a satisfactory thing.

Martin came this time with another important mission. He ostensibly wants to rescue Helen and Lee from home, but in fact he wants to make a deal with the Thai government.

Just a month before his departure, Europol headquarters caught a group of drug dealers, mostly Thais, in a fortuitous operation. After ongoing interrogation, they learned that among those arrested was a senior leader of the Thai rebels, who was not a big deal for them, but for the Thai government and the Royal Thai Police, it was something they could only dream of.

Therefore, his original intention was to negotiate with the Thai police to crack the theft of famous paintings from the Paris Museum and the Boston Museum, and then use it in exchange for this person.

Who would have thought that although he expressed his intention to communicate through official channels, the two sides had not yet made further in-depth contacts, and a fierce conflict broke out. Then I was frightened step by step, and I got such a difficult situation to clean up today.

The time I woke up in Nana's house, I thought of a poisonous plan to take revenge on Yu Xian.

Find a man who died in a car accident or other accident, or simply go to a hospital or funeral home to find a fresh corpse, impersonate yourself, and then slowly carry out the task of finding famous paintings in Thailand. Since Yu Xian is unkind, he blames himself for being unjust.

Stealing a fresh corpse is not difficult for a man like Martin who frequents morgues or morgues. The difficulty is how to transport the body to a place where it can be found but not quickly, and it is best to wait for the body to decompose naturally in the wild, and the rancid smell that will lead to the discovery. This is naturally the best result. As for DNA identification, he also has an inside line in the Bangkok police, and he will coordinate the forensic docking between the EU Police Headquarters and the Royal Thai Police to deal with this matter.

This kind of plan has been drilled several times when Martin first became the director of intelligence, and the police of various countries have bought each other's senior executives or leaders, which is one of Martin's jobs. This is something that everyone knows about each other.